Third person's point of view Maddox and Sariel head straight to their little tents since they don't want to keep holding back their desire for each other. They say they're going to christen Mother Nature. Why don't they try having a romantic encounter outside their tent? They enjoy going on adventures. After noticing something intriguing, they decided to start their singing and dancing session behind the large burned tree. Maddox was unsure of what to do with Sariel because her mind was restless. So, he had no choice but to indulge her, whatever it was she desired. Meanwhile, Sariel was excited about them rushing down, eager to find out what kind of punishment Maddox had in store for her. "You are so eager to do something unpleasant; now that we are here, we must send some blessings across to Mother Nature, and you must obey everything I have to say. Now is the time to kne
Third Person’s Point of View It doesn't take long for Maddox's muscles to tighten again as Sariel brings him dangerously close to the edge. Maddox's head moves closer to the center of Sariel's throat with his thrusts as his cock stretches the corners of her mouth while he begins shaking his hips. He's on the verge of climax, and Sariel's only task is to savor every sip, ensuring that he doesn't squander any of his fluids. "Yes, baby, keep doing that. I'm cumming, and you have to savor every drop of my juices," Maddox growls. Even though he wants to look up, he doesn't. He needs to see Sariel completely drain him as they continue their rhythm. He shrugs it off. Sariel feels like she can't swallow him fast enough as his cum pours down her throat, and Maddox's entire system shakes with intense pleasure. She swallows thoroughly, taking it all in. Maddox is taken aback by the sight of her; he had assumed tha
Maddox's point of view Before we all split up, I motioned for my brothers and friends to gather for a quick discussion. "I have a bad feeling about this; something isn’t right. Do you think this is Finn's doing?" Kenzie immediately asked when we were all together. I took a deep breath and glanced over at Sariel and my sisters. There’s no way Finn would make his move now, not while I'm with the most important people in my life. "This can’t be. I think someone is targeting us, but why, Sunny? She’s not related to us. It shouldn’t be a big deal because I’m Finn’s only target," I said, gritting my teeth and clenching my jaw. "But, bro, he did say he would involve the people close to you, the ones you care about. And Sunny is with us. She’s Lowe’s girlfriend," Kenzie argued back. I crossed my arms and sneered. We were supposed to be having fun, but now it’s turned into some twisted game of hide and
Maddox's point of view It's been twelve hours. We didn't get much sleep because we were planning how to catch Finn and save Sunny without hurting her. But we're still not sure if she's really there. Chandler and Leigh have also joined us. We only asked for their opinions because we didn't want them to get involved, but they insisted on being here. Who am I to refuse their offer of assistance? "Hey, is there no stated time for our departure?" Knight inquired. Knight asked. "There are none, but I'll be the one to go inside that abandoned building first. You guys just watch out if there are any of his men around," I say, pulling out my Glock and hiding it behind my back. I’m wearing a white shirt and a black leather jacket. "Wait, you're going inside that abandoned building alone? No way; I'll go with you," my brother Lowe cut in. "Oh, come on, dear brother. That's sweet of you. I appreciate it, but I can handle myself," I de
Maddox's point of view "Sh*t, Finn is a fvcking disaster!" Lowe mutters over the line. My brow furrows at his cursing. "What happened?" I asked, straightening up and furrowing my brows in concern. I paused from untying Sunny, straining to hear what's happening on the other line. Everything suddenly went quiet. But then, chaos erupted. "Hey, Lowe, tell me what's going on," I command. I wait a moment for his response, but there's nothing. Damn it. I continue freeing Sunny. Her eyes swell from crying, and a scratch marks the side of her face. Did those assholes slap her? Crap. That's unforgivable. "Hey, are you okay?" Even though it's obvious she's not, I ask. I help her stand, and she clings to me, trembling with fear. She nods her head as tears stream down her face. "Hey, it's okay. Lowe and I are here to rescue you. No one's going to hurt you again." She doesn't r
Third Person's Point of View After finishing slapping Sunny, Finn left the abandoned building gleefully. He would be hiding out at Carter's Manor for now. They had set up everything, including speakers and wireless CCTV, while Verity was on a mission. Along with him was his trusted friend, a hacker who was helping him block Ventura's system from locating him. They concentrated on the computer screen, observing Maddox, who appeared to be on the verge of a rage explosion. "Dickhead! Come out now! What a coward! What do you want?" Maddox shrieked. Finn pressed a button on the speaker, which was connected to the abandoned building. He laughed mockingly at Maddox. Well, Finn wasn’t stupid—he knew Maddox would bring his people, so leaving a speaker to talk through was part of his plan. They also used the audio from the CCTV installation to listen to everything Maddox and his cre
Third Person's Point of View Finn and Verity had changed their minds after spotting a good opportunity to harm the Venturas. They planned ahead to ensure success. They found an abandoned ten-story building, far from civilization and at a dead end, giving them the freedom to do whatever they planned. Even setting off a bomb would be fine. However, their real plan was to plant a bomb outside the building. Finn was confident in the success of their meticulously planned strategy. Finn's plan was gradual, but he was worried about his daughter, Verity—he didn’t want her to get hurt, but he had no choice. He would only make it up to her later. "Dad, I've already placed the three speakers in the corner, and the wireless CCTV is up there. Maybe you should place it? I can't reach the ceiling, and there's a rotten ladder hidden behind the broken cabinets," Verity said, taking a deep breath. Finn nodded and followed her instructions. He let
Sariel’s point of view I’m all set and excited to meet Maddy. So, I really made an effort tonight. To show off my playful side, I'm wearing a basic black cross-front blouse paired with a midi skirt with a cheetah print. A light pair of strappy shoes completes my look, adding a touch of polish. Errr... I hope Maddy likes it. I did put in the effort after all. When I meet Murphy later, I'll make myself look less attractive. Only Maddy deserves to see my true beauty, pfft... I giggled at the thought. I took a deep breath and checked my face again. Just light makeup and curled hair. Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I said goodbye to Mom. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to come home later or if I’d just sleep over at Meli’s place. As long as I was with Meli, Mom was fine with it. When I arrived at Meli’s house, she immediately looked me up and down—this girl is so judgmental.
Sariel's Point of View Everything is going smoothly, but when Maddox stormed into my house one day, it felt like we were back to our usual arguments. "Wow, I thought we already discussed this. Apparently, it wasn’t enough. What more do you want?" "Yeah, I thought so too. But you know what? I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that Mason is my son, but you didn’t. When do you plan to inform me? When he’s older and doesn’t even know me as his father?" He spat, his words cutting deep. I froze, unable to respond immediately. I didn’t expect him to find out like this—I wanted to be the one to tell him. I was just waiting for the right time. But now, his timing felt like lightning, striking too fast. I took a deep breath and looked at him. Fortunately, my son wasn’t home; he was out with my mom. "So? Can we talk calmly?" I asked, tilting my head. "I am calm!" he yelled, and I raised my brows at him. "Then why are you yelling?" "I'm not." "Are you?" "Okay, I’m
Third Person's Point of View As Lowe, Mason, and Sariel finished their meal, Sariel's son excused himself to go to the bathroom. Lowe and Sariel offered to accompany him, but Mason confidently said he could manage on his own. See? Sariel's little boy is becoming quite independent. Sariel let him go, knowing she could still see him heading toward the restroom. After all, this is a luxurious restaurant, and Sariel doesn’t expect any trouble in such a place. Lowe, however, had already spotted his brother and was carefully hiding his expression to keep Sariel from noticing. If Sariel discovered the truth, she would undoubtedly confront him. Initially, Lowe had promised not to meddle in their situation. But after seeing the undeniable longing between Sariel and his brother, Lowe decided it was time to step in. Meanwhile, Mason was already in the bathroom. After finishing up, he stepped out of a cubicle, feeling a little jumpy from all the delicious food he had eaten. On his wa
Sariel's Point of View After all the events, I continued to contemplate my next course of action. I didn’t answer my son’s question properly, and I don’t want to lie to him either. I need to talk to Lowe. I know he’s here since he followed me back to the Philippines after my flight. I was about to call Lowe, but luck seemed to be on my side; he was already calling me. I swiped to answer, placed the phone to my ear, and walked back to my room. I had just checked on my son, who was still asleep. It’s Sunday today, and later in the afternoon, we’re planning to visit Sister Jane. “Hey, what’s up?” Lowe greeted. I opened the door, pushed it closed with my foot, and headed to my bed to settle in. I let out a deep sigh. What do I even tell him? “What’s going on? Your sigh was so heavy I could feel it from here. Is it a big problem?” he exclaimed, laughing loudly on the other end. I snorted, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Can you stop laughing and just help me?”
Sariel's Point of View After six years, my son has grown up, and my mother and I have raised him in the United States. My uncle's arrest six years ago led to the return of the company to us. We owe our lawyer a great deal for making that happen. Now, after all these years, I find myself feeling a mix of emotions. For those six years, I entrusted the company to someone reliable, so I had no worries. However, now the company urgently needs me, and I have no choice but to return to the Philippines with my mother and son. As soon as we arrived, I dove straight into managing the business. I'm currently in traffic on my way to pick up my son from school. I sighed and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling anxious. I couldn’t help but worry that he might end up waiting in the shed alone, even though there are guards around. He seems to have inherited my stubbornness. Of all traits, it had to be that one. After a few minutes, the traffic eased, and I continued drivi
Sariel's Point of View To escape everything happening in the Philippines, my mother and I decided to settle in Amsterdam and bought property there. Now, we live in Amsterdam, where I can begin to heal the wounds in my heart. I keep myself occupied by creating whatever I want—cakes, cookies, and other treats. We own a small bakery, and though it’s modest, people love it and truly enjoy my baked goods. But one thing troubles me: a month after I found out I was pregnant, I felt pleased knowing Maddox is the father. However, I plan to keep this a secret from him because of the hatred he harbors for me and his constant belief in revenge. I began feeling symptoms but ignored them, thinking I was simply worn out from baking. However, when it became too much, I finally went for a check-up with my mom. The result of this pregnancy came from that night when we lost control. I wanted it, so I don’t regret this blessing. I placed my hand on my growing belly and gently caressed it
Sariel's Point of View I dialed my mother's number. By the second ring, she picked up. "Hello, dear? Have you decided what to do?" she greeted. "Yup. Ready to kidnap me?" I playfully chuckled to myself. "Right away. Wait for me," she chirped, and the call ended. I made sure to leave behind the less important items and bring only the essentials. I only brought one backpack. I didn’t want it to look obvious that I was running away. Hopefully, they'd assume I was just making a quick trip to Jungle K. I’ll miss this place so much. When my phone beeped and I saw my mother's text messages, I cautiously and silently walked around the back of the house, being careful not to draw attention. They were still in the living room. Mommy is not far away waiting for me; she just booked a grab for our transpo. We’d stop briefly at Daddy’s grave to say goodbye. Upon exiting the house, I exhaled with a sense of relief. Thank goodness they didn’t notice me. I sprinted as quickly
Sariel's Point of View I simply approached them and took a seat across from Maddox. I didn’t even glance at the woman who had been staring at me since she turned to look earlier. Great, do I look ugly to her now? My eyes are still swelling. Maddox didn’t seem to mind, though. My stomach felt more sour as I stared at the prepared dishes. My gaze shifted to Maddox when he started talking. "This is Winona, Sariel, and that's Sariel." He gestured back and forth between me and Winona. "Winona will be staying here for a while. Meli and Aster are still in Cebu, so no one can stay with her. I just can’t let her stay alone in the hotel. "She's just here for a vacation," he explained. I shrugged, not really caring if she stayed or not. It’s his house anyway. "Sure, nice meeting you. Feel free to roam around as you wish. Just don’t mind me." I looked up at Winona and smiled. Gosh, she just smiled back. "Thank you, Sariel. Nice meeting you, too. I hope we can be friends." She beamed
Sariel's Point of View The open floor-to-ceiling windows make me wake up as the sun rises, hitting my face. I grab my head. Damn. What a hell of a hangover. This is definitely the last time I drink. Yeah, it’s always the "last," but I never stick to it. I yawn and hug the guy next to me even tighter. It feels like I’m still dreaming. Why do I smell the perfume of Maddox the great? I open my eyes and start to feel my body. Damn, I move slightly and feel pain in my core. Gosh, I’m not dreaming anymore. I’m in reality. "Ha! Woah, you still don’t have any shame on you, do you?" I jump when the guy suddenly speaks. I look up at him, and my eyes widen even more. I shrieked and got up, pulling the duvet to cover my naked body, but then I realized that we are still both naked under the thick duvet. "What did you do to me? I thought I was with a different man. I didn't expect that... It's you," I murmur after. "Yeah? You didn't realize? Would you like me to provide further details
Sariel's point of view I moistened my lips, then stammered out a weak, "Thank you. You can make it much harder. Let's proceed to the final phase of the encounter. Let me squirt around your cock." Then, he carefully strips, exposing his chest; after that, his pants and garments exposed his large cock in front of me, and he affectionately stroked it, making me feel nervous. I can't believe it. He was so huge and thick that I worried about whether or not he would be able to fit inside of me. "Holy mother, fuck. The size of yours is really huge. I'm going to run for my life right now." As I snicker, my arousal is palpable, and my pússy is already itching just from looking at it. "It can fit, baby. Let me stretchsexize you to fit it," he snorted, grinning at me. "stretchsexize? What do you mean?" I asked, and my brows snapped together in confusion. "Yup, stretchsexize. Let me stretch you for exercise from the tip of my cock, and then I can fully enter you," he deadpanned, licking his